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Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
IMPOSSIBLE GIRL - 15
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Conversing at a Gig
Conversation # F (Friend) IG (IGirl)
F: It’s not like the old days is it?
IG: What…thirty people in a dingy bar.
F: Thirty really rockin people.
IG: This crowd is rocking.
F: Yeah.
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F: Is that Mark?
IG: What?
F: Mark?
IG: WHAT?
F: IS THAT MARK OVER THERE?
IG: Fuck.
F: Let’s move.
IG: WHAT?
F: MOVE – BAR – QUIETER.
IG: Okay.
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F: What’s he doing here?
IG: No idea.
F: I wouldn’t have taken him for a fan.
IG: No.
F: Is it true. Are you fucking him when you’re overseas?
IG: Yeah. And now I’ve invited him here because that’s the sort of vindictive bitch I am.
F: You know I didn’t mean it like that. I never asked before. Don’t shut me out.
IG: Sorry.
F: Well are you?
IG: No I’m not. But he’s been… a comfort.
F: Like taking comfort from a pit of fucking rattlesnakes.
IG: He’s changed.
F: Not enough to stay away from here.
IG: Let’s get a drink, people are staring.
F: You get a drink. I don’t want to miss the last song.
IG: Don’t be like that.
F: Like what?
IG: Cut. The stuff between Rowan and me, it’s not about Mark. It’s not my fault.
F: It makes it really fucked for everyone.
IG: I’m sorry if I burst your bubble. It’s fucked for me too.
F: I know… it’s just…
IG: What.
F: I just want you to be happy. And Rowan.
IG: I want it too. Can we get a drink?
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Conversing at a Gig
Conversation # F (Friend) IG (IGirl)
F: It’s not like the old days is it?
IG: What…thirty people in a dingy bar.
F: Thirty really rockin people.
IG: This crowd is rocking.
F: Yeah.
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F: Is that Mark?
IG: What?
F: Mark?
IG: WHAT?
F: IS THAT MARK OVER THERE?
IG: Fuck.
F: Let’s move.
IG: WHAT?
F: MOVE – BAR – QUIETER.
IG: Okay.
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F: What’s he doing here?
IG: No idea.
F: I wouldn’t have taken him for a fan.
IG: No.
F: Is it true. Are you fucking him when you’re overseas?
IG: Yeah. And now I’ve invited him here because that’s the sort of vindictive bitch I am.
F: You know I didn’t mean it like that. I never asked before. Don’t shut me out.
IG: Sorry.
F: Well are you?
IG: No I’m not. But he’s been… a comfort.
F: Like taking comfort from a pit of fucking rattlesnakes.
IG: He’s changed.
F: Not enough to stay away from here.
IG: Let’s get a drink, people are staring.
F: You get a drink. I don’t want to miss the last song.
IG: Don’t be like that.
F: Like what?
IG: Cut. The stuff between Rowan and me, it’s not about Mark. It’s not my fault.
F: It makes it really fucked for everyone.
IG: I’m sorry if I burst your bubble. It’s fucked for me too.
F: I know… it’s just…
IG: What.
F: I just want you to be happy. And Rowan.
IG: I want it too. Can we get a drink?
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Sunday, February 15, 2009
IMPOSSIBLE GIRL - 14
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Belinda had dropped in while IGirl was away. He hadn’t told her, didn’t know how. IGirl was desperate to meet Belinda. Partly because she wanted to claw her eyes out, partly because she wanted her own link to the truth.
It was a short visit. She asked him how his songwriting was going, smug look on her face, as if she was somehow responsible for his success. He hated her, could barely look at her. He couldn’t believe he had risked IGirl for that night. More then risked. In many ways he had lost her.
He would be happy if he never saw Belinda again. If he could crush her, kill her, anything to get rid of her, he would.
But he couldn’t. IGirl was right, she was their only link. Besides which, he was afraid.
She came bearing warnings, hints and small instructions. Rowan had no idea who or what was driving these interviews but he knew they weren’t Belinda’s idea. She hated him as much as he hated her.
‘The acne look isn’t mandatory,’ she had said with a smirk.
IGirl hated it, they both did. Sore dry red welts that covered their legs and arms, faces when they didn’t feed.
Belinda skin was clear, lush even. There was a ticket price on that skin though. It didn’t need to be spelled out.
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It was a short visit. She asked him how his songwriting was going, smug look on her face, as if she was somehow responsible for his success. He hated her, could barely look at her. He couldn’t believe he had risked IGirl for that night. More then risked. In many ways he had lost her.
He would be happy if he never saw Belinda again. If he could crush her, kill her, anything to get rid of her, he would.
But he couldn’t. IGirl was right, she was their only link. Besides which, he was afraid.
She came bearing warnings, hints and small instructions. Rowan had no idea who or what was driving these interviews but he knew they weren’t Belinda’s idea. She hated him as much as he hated her.
‘The acne look isn’t mandatory,’ she had said with a smirk.
IGirl hated it, they both did. Sore dry red welts that covered their legs and arms, faces when they didn’t feed.
Belinda skin was clear, lush even. There was a ticket price on that skin though. It didn’t need to be spelled out.
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Sunday, February 8, 2009
IMPOSSIBLE GIRL - 13
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An uneasy truce. Timid smiles and each wanting to please the other. Or at least not displease them. Someone always broke it eventually.
This time it was IGirl’s turn.
‘We need to know what’s happening to us.’
‘You think I don’t want to know,’ Rowan replied.
‘I’m going to see a doctor, specialist or something.’
‘You can’t, fuck you know this.’
These conversations aggravated him. They always came back to one thing. His guilt. His weakness that had gotten them into this. He was sick of feeling guilty.
And he was finding some faith. Starting to believe they had a future, something more then the immediate success they were both grasping at.
After the shower he had slept and dreamed of her, bodysurfing on a huge wave, smiling as she dipped her fingers into the foam. A grey blue skirt billowed out behind her and her breasts were raised above the water. She was his dark mermaid, barreling towards him. Happy. He could read the love in her eyes.
Why was she ruining the mood with this conversation?
‘A doctor will just tell you it’s psychosomatic anyway, they don’t have a clue,’ he hoped this would put an end to the discussion. For now anyway.
This time it was IGirl’s turn.
‘We need to know what’s happening to us.’
‘You think I don’t want to know,’ Rowan replied.
‘I’m going to see a doctor, specialist or something.’
‘You can’t, fuck you know this.’
These conversations aggravated him. They always came back to one thing. His guilt. His weakness that had gotten them into this. He was sick of feeling guilty.
And he was finding some faith. Starting to believe they had a future, something more then the immediate success they were both grasping at.
After the shower he had slept and dreamed of her, bodysurfing on a huge wave, smiling as she dipped her fingers into the foam. A grey blue skirt billowed out behind her and her breasts were raised above the water. She was his dark mermaid, barreling towards him. Happy. He could read the love in her eyes.
Why was she ruining the mood with this conversation?
‘A doctor will just tell you it’s psychosomatic anyway, they don’t have a clue,’ he hoped this would put an end to the discussion. For now anyway.
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Monday, February 2, 2009
EVINRUD - 7
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Gabriel meets me at the fire door and I duck and ride in after him. Down six floors before he pulls out a key and we exit the stairwell. There’s an elevator shaft and one door. A swipe access full floor apartment. No point memorizing the address though, by tomorrow he won’t be anywhere near here.
‘A difficult job,’ is the first thing he says.
‘Aren’t they all,’ I reply.
The brief is simple. Data pick up from a green zone research facility, west of Ulaanbaatar. Twelve hundred clicks north-west, no major mountain activity. The travel won’t be the hard bit.
A mid level scientist from a privately owned clean-air research lab within the zone was selling information. Apparently the lab wasn’t that clean.
I would have to get through the green zone to get to facility. Military defense, partly my own countries, but it wasn’t as if I could advertise my visit, wave the white flag and ask permission for entry. What I called pick up most people called theft.
My best option for a quiet entry was from the hilly northern perimeter. Evinrud had been fitted with an electro field scrambler. We would activate the security radars on entry but the breach would look like it was coming from the south. A decoy trekker will be hovering around the southern perimeter taking the heat off me.
The diversion should give me enough time to get inside the facility. Getting out again would be a matter of speed and agility. I smile when I think of that.
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Gabriel meets me at the fire door and I duck and ride in after him. Down six floors before he pulls out a key and we exit the stairwell. There’s an elevator shaft and one door. A swipe access full floor apartment. No point memorizing the address though, by tomorrow he won’t be anywhere near here.
‘A difficult job,’ is the first thing he says.
‘Aren’t they all,’ I reply.
The brief is simple. Data pick up from a green zone research facility, west of Ulaanbaatar. Twelve hundred clicks north-west, no major mountain activity. The travel won’t be the hard bit.
A mid level scientist from a privately owned clean-air research lab within the zone was selling information. Apparently the lab wasn’t that clean.
I would have to get through the green zone to get to facility. Military defense, partly my own countries, but it wasn’t as if I could advertise my visit, wave the white flag and ask permission for entry. What I called pick up most people called theft.
My best option for a quiet entry was from the hilly northern perimeter. Evinrud had been fitted with an electro field scrambler. We would activate the security radars on entry but the breach would look like it was coming from the south. A decoy trekker will be hovering around the southern perimeter taking the heat off me.
The diversion should give me enough time to get inside the facility. Getting out again would be a matter of speed and agility. I smile when I think of that.
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We cross into the green zone at 1305 hours. Right on schedule. Evinrud indicates the diversion is working but I stick close to the ground anyway, shadowed by trees the like of which I’ve never seen. But this isn’t a sight seeing adventure.
I breathe again once we’re inside the facility. The scanner on the door indicated security had been increased to Level 2. But it’s a civilian building and it will take them a while to process the change. No military presence inside. Being within the green zone is imperative for their research set up but they don’t want the army snooping around.
The swipe card I have been given gets me in from the roof. In and out, fast and agile I repeat once in my head. I breathe again then make the dash, using Evinruds sonar to avoid contact with the buildings personnel.
I have located the datapoint I need and Evinrud is in the process of downloading when the white coat walks in. Fuck, a chick. Her eyes widen in fear when she looks at me. There’s nothing for it, she has to go down.
The knock out tazer will give her a two or three hour sleep and a really fucking bad headache. Hopefully she won’t remember much.
I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself when we reach the roof again without any more contact. The outside is going to be harder, Evinrud will run the scrambler again but this time we have no other diversions.
I breathe again once we’re inside the facility. The scanner on the door indicated security had been increased to Level 2. But it’s a civilian building and it will take them a while to process the change. No military presence inside. Being within the green zone is imperative for their research set up but they don’t want the army snooping around.
The swipe card I have been given gets me in from the roof. In and out, fast and agile I repeat once in my head. I breathe again then make the dash, using Evinruds sonar to avoid contact with the buildings personnel.
I have located the datapoint I need and Evinrud is in the process of downloading when the white coat walks in. Fuck, a chick. Her eyes widen in fear when she looks at me. There’s nothing for it, she has to go down.
The knock out tazer will give her a two or three hour sleep and a really fucking bad headache. Hopefully she won’t remember much.
I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself when we reach the roof again without any more contact. The outside is going to be harder, Evinrud will run the scrambler again but this time we have no other diversions.
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